The sky abandons the wasteland.

The magma hanging upside down was red, and the magma hanging obliquely like a bead curtain dripped. When it fell to the ground, it made a sneer and a stream of white smoke rose.

Luo Qingming seemed to be asleep in the cage of Tianshu and Baiqi, very quiet.

In the dark underground abyss.

Su Bieli groped forward.

There is a unique world in the underground world.

There are countless forks.

The damp and cold air came to his face, making him tremble involuntarily.

He only remembered how deep he had fallen for a long time, and he had no way to estimate how deep he had fallen.

It is also impossible to perceive the breath of the observer.

He was a little aimless, and even more panicked.

He could only grop the stone wall and keep walking forward.

The road is winding and dark, and it is difficult to tell the direction.

It's like a road that can never come out of the end.

......

And somewhere in the underground abyss.

A figure could be seen in the dark environment.

That is the master of the observation.

He looked at the scene he saw in front of him, and suddenly realized that the swordsman of Youwang went to the deepest part of the wasteland, but finally fell into the mountains and hid himself, what was the thing that the swordsman of Youwang was afraid of.

Even the audience was a little disbelief.

There was even a sense of fear in my heart.

......

A butterfly flew across the night sky and flapped its wings hard in the heavy rain.

There is a very old Taoist temple in the mountains.

A figure sitting cross-legged inside could be vaguely seen.

I was silently gnawing on the dry ground cake.

A young man holding an oil-paper umbrella appeared in front of the Taoist temple.

He was still holding a Park knife in his hand.

Behind him was a sword wrapped in black silk cloth.

The young man who appeared here quietly watched the butterfly flying in the heavy rain. In a very difficult environment, it never gave up and risked its life to fly forward.

His eyes turned, and the young man holding a simple knife in the Taoist temple was raising his knife to slash at the practitioner who was gnawing the noodles.

What a familiar picture that was.

Shuning Town is located very close to Taoist temple.

That was the first time he had officially met a practitioner and the first time he killed a practitioner.

Although he was just a young monk in the Amazhao visualization realm.

Now he can crush him to death with just one finger.

But for him at that time, although he drew his sword without hesitation, his nervousness was unparalleled.

At the moment when the boy was about to drop Park's sword.

The young man slowly raised his hand, and the Park knife broke free from the young man's hand, and with a loud bang, he nailed it to the broken door panel of the Taoist temple.

The practitioner who gnawed the noodles with his eyes full of fear opened his fearfulness, and the feeling of returning to his senses from the edge of death made him greedily breathe the air filled with the smell of earth.

The boy suddenly turned around and stared at the figure walking through the heavy rain outside the Taoist temple.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The figure that appeared outside the Taoist Palace was basically exactly the same except that her skin was slightly whiter than his and looked more mature.

"Don't be so surprised, as you can see, I am you."

The young man stepped into the threshold of the Taoist temple and stood in front of the young man and the practitioner.

"I didn't mean to stop you from killing him, but before that, I'm going to kill you first."

The boy frowned and said, "Why are you here? Why are you killing me?"

He did not believe the lies of the young man, but he was also very sure that he had absolutely no brothers.

What's more, if the other party is really himself, why should he kill himself?

The young man thought seriously and said, "Why am I here... Maybe I'm not here, I'm just dreaming. I want to kill you, of course I have my reasons."

The boy sneered, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Maybe you're just disguised as me. I don't know who you are, but if you dare to stop me, I will chop you up one by one."

He reached out and pulled Park Knife out of the wooden board. The sound of air bursting with the broken door panel. Park Knife had already swept out towards the young man with a strong force.

The young man stretched out his index finger and easily blocked the knife.

After a flash, Park's knife broke in response.

The boy looked at the scene in disbelief.

Even the old practitioner sitting on the cushion swallowed his saliva in shock.

The young man said lightly: "To you now, I am God."

"Bad god!" The young man reached out and untie the sword behind him, "Even if you are a god, I will turn you into a ghost!"

The young man looked at himself before and felt a very strange feeling, which was a feeling he had not had when he saw other self before.

The boy is crazy.

And it's very straightforward.

The black silk cloth fell, and the sword broke out of the sheath.

A beam of cold light is extremely dazzling in the Taoist temple.

Facing the baptism of the storm, thunder and lightning roared and slashed straight towards the young man!

The young man still stretched out a finger.

Although the sword is very sharp and contains the sword intent of Li Daoling, the young man who has not yet become a cultivator cannot exert the power of the sword at all, so this sword is currently just a very sharp sword in his hands.

The young man used one finger to intercept the sword.

The boy waved his sword and slashed again without believing in evil.

The crisp sound filled the old Taoist temple.

The young man used his skills, slashing his sword like a storm. Each sword had a violent roar. There was a thunder sound outside the Taoist temple. The double explosion made people's eardrums tingling, and the old Taoist temple was shaking.

A finger suddenly popped out in the storm filled the Taoist temple.

The light place was placed at the center of the boy's eyebrows.

There was a dull bang.

The boy directly broke through the wall of the Taoist temple and smashed into the storm in a parabolic shape.

"Gudong..."

The sound of swallowing is very clear.

The old practitioner sat on the cushion from beginning to end. It was not because he didn't want to get up, but because his legs were weak.

Although he could only enter the world of cultivation with half his foot, his knowledge was quite good. He bowed with fear and fear, "Previous...Senior, please spare me!"

Even though he was old enough to be a young man, he was just a baby who had just started in the world of cultivation. It seemed that the young man was only targeting the young man. When he saw the terrifying methods of the young man, he was full of fear.

The young man didn't look at him at all, walked straight outside the Taoist temple, and picked up the oil paper umbrella that was placed aside. Raindrops dripped from the surface of the umbrella. As he opened the oil paper umbrella, the raindrops splashed, and it actually pierced the old cultivator's head.

The old practitioner stared at his eyes full of fear and fell down with a plop.

A young man holding an oil-paper umbrella and stepped into the storm in one step.

Even if he didn't hold an umbrella, he could use spiritual energy to separate the rain, but he didn't do that.

Looking at the boy who was getting up from the mud not far away, he stretched out his index finger again and poked out the oil paper umbrella. There was a crisp sound.

The boy's chest and clothes were broken, blood splattered, and his body that had just stood firm flew out again.

The young man was sent to the young man's mind without reservation, with a hint of fear.

He closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he opened it again.

The sound of breaking through the air has arrived.
To be continued...